Future Mock
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The futurist in me supports the evolution in language, the literary luddite in me is appalled at the rising prominence of chat speak. Torn between two opposing temporal philosophies, I finally decide to embrace the future and set the dial to the 22nd century. Emerging into a vastly different world I am welcomed by a native speaking in an incomprehensible form of 21st century chat speak. I promptly commit suicide leaving behind a flowery poetic farewell note, but alas, woe is me, not one denizen of this world of literary retardation can decipher it.
posted by foogarky @ 9:15 AM,
3 Comments:
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At 5:27 AM,
Mihir Pathare said...
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hrumf9ty
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At 5:30 AM,
Mihir Pathare said...
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swe?
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At 10:24 AM,
Squid said...
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Ah, this sounds like my oldest lament. I feel your pain.
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