I'm done with this blog. For now. I'm going to try to write more complete, refined essays for "real" publication. I appreciated your support and visits, and I hope you gained something from this blog.
Best,
Sai
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Post-Boards Vacation
To celebrate the end of Step-1, I enjoyed a small vacation at Serenity Springs, which had much better availability than Atrocity Falls.
Pictured above: The cabin. It's a bit shy.
Pictured above: The porch of the cabin. Underneath, you can see a light that we could turn on to signal the office that we requested their service. I misinterpreted it as a game of "How-Fast-Can-You-Make-The-Light-Go-On-And-Off," of which the management was not pleased.
Pictured above: There was a patio set on top of the bathroom. Apparently, sharing our bungalow were two, unsociable ghosts.
Pictured above: Each morning we were set a breakfast basket. Look, we don't need your charity, Serenity Springs. We are perfectly capable of eating breakfast ourselves. Give me a break.
Pictured above: They send us a word scramble for fun, which we DOMINATED using our welcome card as scratch paper. Can you unscramble our scrambles? Hint: It's not corpuscle.
Pictured above: They also provided s'mores, which probably could have used a little s'less chocolate.
Pictured above: You probably would guess that this is a sunset, but it's actually a raging forest-fire caused by an unfortunate, large-scale s'moring accident. It was beautiful, and, like, 50 people died or something.
Pictured above: The cabin. It's a bit shy.
Pictured above: The porch of the cabin. Underneath, you can see a light that we could turn on to signal the office that we requested their service. I misinterpreted it as a game of "How-Fast-Can-You-Make-The-Light-Go-On-And-Off," of which the management was not pleased.
Pictured above: There was a patio set on top of the bathroom. Apparently, sharing our bungalow were two, unsociable ghosts.
Pictured above: Each morning we were set a breakfast basket. Look, we don't need your charity, Serenity Springs. We are perfectly capable of eating breakfast ourselves. Give me a break.
Pictured above: They send us a word scramble for fun, which we DOMINATED using our welcome card as scratch paper. Can you unscramble our scrambles? Hint: It's not corpuscle.
Pictured above: They also provided s'mores, which probably could have used a little s'less chocolate.
Pictured above: You probably would guess that this is a sunset, but it's actually a raging forest-fire caused by an unfortunate, large-scale s'moring accident. It was beautiful, and, like, 50 people died or something. Sunday, June 3, 2012
Elevator Exchange: Last Day
On my last day living in my Gold Coast apartment, I walked into the elevator already filled with eight other people. The doors closed, and as it rose, I turned to the person next to me and quietly said, "So, did you hear about that elevator murderer?"
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Sunday, April 29, 2012
Duck! Duck! Duck!
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Pictured above: Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck!
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Pictured above: Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck!
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Pictured above: Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck!
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Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Duck! Oh, wait. These are geese.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Fan Mail #1
"I am a bit confused by the name of this blog. I thought at first it was the preaching point of a nudist, or the rantings of a fashion designer whose 'vision' was never accepted by his peers. So what is it you are skeptical of; clothes, tailoring, or clothing style? It seems a bit ambiguous. While the lexical complexity of your writing seems a bit contrived, your writing is relatively witty and amusing, for that I appreciate it, but perhaps you should take a page out of the great Mark Twain's book and dumb it down. Pretentiousness is pretentious."
-Anonymous comment on Last KU vs. MU Game
Why, hello! I didn't see you there, Anonymous. Please, take a seat. May I call you Anonymous? Of course, thank you.
I'm sure you are wondering why I've called you to my Royal Executive Suite, located here in my underwater bunker at the base of Lake Michigan. Usually I come here just to relax and celebrate with Chicago's blogging elite, but I've extended a very special invitation to you.
My, it seems you are quite confused by the title of my blog. I know, ever since I got my Blog Licence revoked back in 1999, I've been forced to change the name of it several times for legal reasons. Initially, it was the "Sai's Guide to Dog-fighting and Dog-fashion," then "The Sartorial Dog and Skeptical Owners," then "The Unofficial Justin Beiber Blog," then "Sartorial Skeptic," then "The Sartorial Skeptic." I understand that without the history, it seems a bit confusing. I hope that clears things up.
Oh, and thank you for finding my writing both "contrived" and "relatively witty." I know that with the hefty $100 subscription fee attached to my blog, my fans deserve only the best in both my inane and insane writings. You can see my publisher to get a full refund for the post you found unsatisfactory.
You must understand, writing for this blog is hard. I'm sure that when you are writing for the internet, you just simply compile a set of plagiarized materials from poor, orphaned children in essay mills. Unfortunately, my work comes from what's left of my shambled mind, and thus comes out "contrived." And as just how I am "relatively" witty, I'm sure you are "relatively" a good person.
So, thank you Anonymous. I will take your advice and "dumb it down." I'm sorry that my abundance of "words" and "sentences" (and of course "paragraphs") have just blown a fuse in your anonymous brain. You know, just for you, here's something more your speed: the next 100 posts with just be animated gifs of cats stolen from other blogs of animated gifs of cats. Enjoy. Now, I believe it is time for you to go. The exit is the fourth hatch to the left, right past the closet filled with old dog sweaters and Justin Bieber cardboard cutouts.
-Anonymous comment on Last KU vs. MU Game
Why, hello! I didn't see you there, Anonymous. Please, take a seat. May I call you Anonymous? Of course, thank you.
I'm sure you are wondering why I've called you to my Royal Executive Suite, located here in my underwater bunker at the base of Lake Michigan. Usually I come here just to relax and celebrate with Chicago's blogging elite, but I've extended a very special invitation to you.
My, it seems you are quite confused by the title of my blog. I know, ever since I got my Blog Licence revoked back in 1999, I've been forced to change the name of it several times for legal reasons. Initially, it was the "Sai's Guide to Dog-fighting and Dog-fashion," then "The Sartorial Dog and Skeptical Owners," then "The Unofficial Justin Beiber Blog," then "Sartorial Skeptic," then "The Sartorial Skeptic." I understand that without the history, it seems a bit confusing. I hope that clears things up.
Oh, and thank you for finding my writing both "contrived" and "relatively witty." I know that with the hefty $100 subscription fee attached to my blog, my fans deserve only the best in both my inane and insane writings. You can see my publisher to get a full refund for the post you found unsatisfactory.
You must understand, writing for this blog is hard. I'm sure that when you are writing for the internet, you just simply compile a set of plagiarized materials from poor, orphaned children in essay mills. Unfortunately, my work comes from what's left of my shambled mind, and thus comes out "contrived." And as just how I am "relatively" witty, I'm sure you are "relatively" a good person.
So, thank you Anonymous. I will take your advice and "dumb it down." I'm sorry that my abundance of "words" and "sentences" (and of course "paragraphs") have just blown a fuse in your anonymous brain. You know, just for you, here's something more your speed: the next 100 posts with just be animated gifs of cats stolen from other blogs of animated gifs of cats. Enjoy. Now, I believe it is time for you to go. The exit is the fourth hatch to the left, right past the closet filled with old dog sweaters and Justin Bieber cardboard cutouts.
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