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The dinner last night was good. Everybody seemed to have a good time. To bad more of my friends couldn’t make it, but it was still good.

Gee, you must be wondering, you sure have been posting a lot. Well, frankly, I don’t have much better to do. And I’m trying to achieve an achievement that has yet to be achieved in World of Stuff history: a perfect month — at least one post every day during a calendar month. The closest I’ve come is August 2003 — my first month of blogging — with 29 posts in 31 days. That’s really more impressive that it seems, considering I started high school that month and it practically killed me.

Looking back at those old posts, a lot of them are very short (one is only 55 words). The average word count for August 2003 was 246 words per post. I tend not to post as often, but I write more now. To be totally unscientific, I can tell you that according to a smaller sample (July 2005 posts — 10 of them) I currently write an average of 426 words per post. So if I pull of a perfect July, that’s 13,206 words right there. Somewhere in that range.

I should really do a word survey on this blog sometime to see which words I’ve used the most. And maybe have a party for my umpteen-thousandth word. Maybe I’ve hit umpteen thousand already. I bet if I have, it’s probably “pork” or “armpit” or “advisor” or something. And I’m sure if you arrange all the words I’ve ever typed on the blog, you get vertical columns that spell out the secrets of the Freemasons (like: what the hell do they do?) and say things like the world was supposed to end back in ’87.

Jeez, I’m weird. Y’know, I thought this post was going to be very short, but it does happen to turn out that I am indeed fluffing it up with teeny tiny eensy weensy little bits of random nonsense perhaps or perhaps not to artificially by man-made means inflate the count of words and oops I just split an infinitive.

Man, I’m pathetic. You know you’re pathetic when your breakfast cereal is the reason you wake up each morning. That’s me right there. I need to get myself a girl, mate.

Well, I’m glad you’ve stuck around reading this sad excuse for a post this far, because I’ve got an awesome link. Now, who likes to burn things? That’s what I thought: everybody. So, what happens when you burn things using mirrors to harness the sun’s energy 112-fold? You get the Solar Death Ray! Their most recent target is an Xbox box. After it burst in to flames, it became an ex-Xbox-box. They enclosed the remains in an ex-Xbox-box-box. Then they hit that with a car, leaving them with an ex-ex-Xbox-box-box.