Hello. To save room on all formalities, I say we just jump right in and get started. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a saying that goes something like: the gods were bored and so they created man. Following that pattern and so on and so on (et cetera, et cetera) until all things were created like the internet and slinkiesr we find, using statistical regressions, of course, that this seed of apathy, this marble of listlessness spreads across time and space in a continuum. It hops in and out of black holes and resonates in the hearts of man and woman - you and me. It is terrible. Not to say that this boredom is so much a pandemic nor the sole reason that life seems a little flat right now. This could just be me and this could be too much self-projection, but to me it seems like a trend. Just say the words OCR or other four letter words like LSAT, MCAT or by far the most traumatizing phrase 'future plans' to anyone above the age of sophomore and the groans and sounds of anguish resonate like church bells in the Grand Canyon. What I am trying to convey is that yesterday my debit card was graciously declined because it expired when the month of nine-oh-seven ended. The fact that it passed to ten with little celebration is problematic as well as concerning. It is October, and I am bored as crap. I say we throw open the windows and at least exclaim something. It is October! Things could be worse, let's make love to the world. It is October and we should be celebrating like tomorrow the ice caps are all going to melt and all the polar bears are going to drown (they probably are). As MIMS and Al Gore would agree and probably say in unison, "this is why I'm hot. This is why I'm hot. This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot." In short: carbon. We have a great issue this week, and we are not just farting around anymore. Roll up this magazine and hit yourself once on the head and twice for your neighbor. Wake up! Throw your slinkyr out the window and pay attention. Britney lost her kids, but there is a new episode of The Office on tonight. Listen, there were coupons in the DP and North Korea and South Korea are finally talking. That is pretty fantastic. It is going to be an amazing week. Hang in there and read on, readers. We have just the stuff to defunkify your week five. Of this, I am sure.
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