July 07, 2004
Número Ciento
Wow. 
This blog is one hundred entries old. I think some celebration is in order here, so I've spent the past few days trying to think of a suitable subject for entry #100.
Utter and complete failure.
Of course, I could
1) whine about singlehood and my lack of a social life;
2) rant about work and my lack of motivation;
3) complain about how my softball team trainings keep getting cancelled, so that as a result I just keep getting fatter;
4) bitch about various people who have offended me just by converting oxygen into carbon dioxide;
5) go on and on about Flyboy, Juan Carlos and Rodrigo (yes, we are indeed on a first-name basis here) and the Giants and baseball; or,
6) make one of those lists that I am so fond of doing.
But I shan't.
The 100th entry deserves to be a classy entry.
It deserves to be on some suitably thought-provoking topic with bombastic words thrown about impressively (but since I don't know many bombastic words, aside from "bombastic", and I am too lazy to open up Microsoft Word and use the thesaurus function, I shall have to forego sounding intelligent).
This entry deserves to be different from the rest of my inane rantings and ravings. Which basically means this entry deserves to get read.
(I would have put in a counter a long time ago, if not for fear of hurting my ego.)
Aside: (Hm. Does the period go inside or outside of the close bracket?) I guess since the question mark goes inside the bracket, then the period goes inside. But what if the brackets come at the end of a sentence? You can't very well end a sentence like this (or can you?)
Shouldn't it be something like this (or maybe not)?
I think I need to lay my hands on a copy of "Eats, Shoots and Leaves".
End of aside
But I have failed. My mind is a complete and utter blank. As blank as the various idiot salespeople that populate our fair island who only know one word and that is "HAR?", or as blank as the look on the face of the waiter who is standing directly in your line of sight, at whom you've been waving at for the last 10 minutes to try and get some plain water, just some plain water for the love of all that is good and right...
I digress. I have no idea what kind of an entry could even begin to celebrate the momentousness - which, by the way, is actually a real word - of this occasion. I have writer's block. Or rather, blogger's block. So much so that I don't know how to end this.
So.
To my 6 readers, thank you. I hope the few minutes you spend here aren't a waste of time :)
Aiyah, what a lame way to end...