One hundred entries ago I’ve talked about the much reviled HAMI, those high and mighty intellectuals who pepper every nook and cranny and give us tinnitus with grand demonstrations of their superior knowledge and stuff. The very nature of a learning institution makes their extinction difficult, unless we get bored and decide to spring out a blowtorch. I’m horribly afraid of going to prison, though, as it would be difficult to blog from there, so I’ll just send out high-pitched telepathic messages to hammies and hope they get intractable rash. Or choke on their pizza. Ooooh, someone’s really gotten on my bad side recently, which is quite a hard feat for someone with agnosia to evil. Well get off your high horses, hammy, they’re really black and winged. On the other hand, don’t. So they can fly you directly to the sun or… to hell.
(thanks to Smoketh for that last addition. She’ll do the audio version of this blog once it comes out on cassette.)