I have to admit, I don't see what the steroid fuss is all about. I mean, I'm pretty sure Arnold used steroids during the filming of Kindergarten Cop, and, as far as I can tell, they didn't enhance his performance at all.
Forget that. It's not important. Importanter things are afoot.
We forget, I think, how difficult things used to be. Multiplication, for example, of 321345.667 and 34429856.887123 was a real pain in the ass before there were electronic calculators. Addition was much more straightforward and simpler. So, some smart people invented logarithms. Now you don't have to multiply the numbers, you can add their logarithms and take the antilogarithm of the result. Simpler.
I can remember when, as a kid, I looked at a map of Europe and wondered why people so close to each other would have developed different languages. Why didn't they all just have the same language? It's a modern silliness, of course, to look at Europe and think of it as small and close together. If someone dropped me off in some primitive valley two thousand years in the past, I probably wouldn't venture out far enough to find another person. I'd eventually develop my own language and my own football club. I'd be a nationalist and a xenophobe.
Blogging is certainly a hell of a lot simpler than it would have been in those days. I could just imagine myself, hand-writing copies of this post for each of you, loading them up with as many supplies as I could carry, kissing my wife and my children goodbye, and setting off across the world to bring this post to all of you. I'd probably never finish even one post. If I did, I bet Susan would make me quit blogging after the one post. "But honey, I was tagged with a meme! You know how primitive and superstitious we are, here in our little isolated valley. You haven't been out there blogging across the world like I have. Meme curses are a serious threat! I have to respond, or we'll be forever vexed. I hear there is a magical place in the New World, far to the north and west, where memes go to die. I will go there, and perhaps the man there will have pity on us. There is no more time to talk of this. I must write twelve identical parchments describing the five most embarassing moments of my teen life and dispatch them to my readers. I should leave tonight. God be with you, my wife."
Yeah, it's simpler now, with the Internet and without all the primitive superstitions. I still believe in that magical place where memes go to die, though. I'm going to find it one day.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
