In the thread of this name (I seem unable to simply reply to the
original thread, I don't know why) Todd laments the proliferation of
blogsters and suggests that it means a downgrading of grammar. (I
disagree, but that's an argument for another time). Another side-
effect of the internet age is the ability to google (now a verb)
anyone, including oneself. I admit I'm an obsessive self-googler (and
yes that's as masturbatory as it sounds.) I like googling myself,
although if you try it, the majority of results will be for the
popular game designer. There's also a British rock star and maker of
semi-pornographic films, at least one priest, and a gentleman who's
written at least a dozen books on the Irish. The work of the famous
literary critic "Wallace Martin" will also pop-up, if you're not too
careful with your commas.
Anyway, I came across a recent reference to me in this thread. I'm not
certain why I'm writing except to say
The Martin you knew was
married
active parent to three children
living in his own house
fairly well off
owner of his own car
working on his PhD
tipping the scales at 190lbs
The Martin I am now
is separated
rarely sees his children
is living with (by which I mean roommates
with, not the other
kind)
a 28-year old "rocker chick" who drives a
Mustang convertible
is making a pitiable living as fast-food
supervisor i.e. babysiting 14-year olds who make almost as much as he
does
is taking the bus
unlikely to finish his PhD
is a puny 130lbs
That's the mother of all updates, and I don't know who would be sitll
around to read it, but it's a dreary Saturday, I have to go in to work
in a few hours, and there's nothing else I can make myself do at the
moment
See ya
Martin
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