Mr. Chaos frequents the downstairs space of Nana’s and Pappi’s home, but it’s not just one room. He has commandeered the whole floor. My refuge, exists on the second floor. I have halted his territorial expansion by declaring the upstairs as a space only for girls. This declaration works most of time, except for when Pappi also seeks asylum in one of the unoccupied bedrooms; therefore, the second floor is a sanctuary to all who need a cessation from Mr. Chaos’ antics. Continue reading “The Chronicles of Mr. Chaos – The Sanctuary”
To whom this may concern:
It was brought to my attention that you are rummaging around the internet, scouting for viral creators. After scrutinizing your company’s website, I measure, you are not soliciting the garden variety virologist. If you need someone to spawn submicroscopic, parasitic particles of genetic material contained in a protein coat, I can be of utility.
Well, I will not waste anymore of your time; however, I desire to commend your team’s accomplishment. This fantastic evolution of the GIF application has provided me with yet another excuse for procrastination. Yes, this delightfully entertaining program does delay finishing the task at hand; however, I will argue that this tool stimulates the whimsical corridor of my cognitive processor.
I too aspire to someday be amongst a squad of binary wizards. Until then. Thank you.
Your run of the mill virologist.
Continue reading “Email: Viral Creator Position”